It's Just Some Change

Fri, 11/02/2018 - 17:26 -- Ekwawu

Anxious as doom arises, I am done

Searching eyes hone in on mine, looking dead

But there is no escape as change has won

With its angry, hungry jaws, it is fed


Initially, I was but a mouse squeak

I kept away from those I saw as new

But one day, I see speech protects the weak

From there, my negativity withdrew


And while my voice was new to me and them

I saw that all around me there was light

With this I learned, a voice was such a gem

Use it dearly and with it, stop the fight.


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